The cuckoo clock coos once. Dad’s snores echo through the house. I roll onto my side, still wide-awake. My eyes are tired but my mind keeps running. I have to be alert.
Those snores could stop any moment; I must be ready.
(c) Sanch Vee @ Sanch Writes (29 April 2015)
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Rachna
29 April 2015 at 2:06 pmCute slice of life.
CookieCrumbsInc.
29 April 2015 at 5:51 pmHorrifying :/ Depraved bastards.
Sanch, the writer
29 April 2015 at 11:29 pmThanks…obviously the story did what it was intended to.
Kathy Combs
30 April 2015 at 1:28 amThe implications are clear and completely horrifying. I can feel the child’s fear and tension. No wonder the poor dear is awake!!
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Ruby Manchanda
30 April 2015 at 9:06 amI had same thoughts.
You captured the reality so aptly
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Darshana Kalyanpur
30 April 2015 at 4:08 amThis is a subject close to my heart Saanch. You’ve done justice to it. Well written.
Silverleaf
1 May 2015 at 12:48 amOh! That was like a punch to the stomach. Well done, and successfully horrifying.
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